could you write something for baby daddy rafe with smut ?! also I saw you’ve posted after a bit, I hope your doing well 🤍
pov. you allow rafe to reconnect with his son again after going to jail for fighting your son’s step dad
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, little bit of angst, mention of violence, hair pulling, praising, quiet sex, no proof read, teasing, dom!rafe, sub!reader, penetration, soft biting
it’d been eight months. eight months since rafe had shown up to the house unannounced, fists already balled at his sides before a single word had been exchanged. he hadn’t come looking for a conversation, he’d come looking for beau.
all it had taken was hearing josh call another man daddy. the fight hadn’t lasted long. beau hadn’t even wanted one. you could still remember him standing in the front yard with both hands raised in surrender, telling rafe to calm down because there was a little boy watching through the living room window.
rafe hadn’t listened. neighbors called the police before either of them had the chance to stop, beau walked away with a split lip and bruised ribs and rafe walked away in handcuffs.
that was the first time josh had seen his biological father. he was too young to understand why, all he knew was that one day there were flashing blue lights outside his house, and then the angry man disappeared.
today was different. because today was josh’s sixth birthday. streamers fluttered from the porch railing every time the warm coastal breeze rolled through, blue balloons bobbed against the mailbox, somewhere in the backyard, someone was laughing while country music crackled softly through an old bluetooth speaker.
everything smelled like charcoal, fresh cut grass, and birthday cake.
you stood beside rafe near the walkway leading to the porch. he looked different, still broad shouldered, finally not wearing an orange jumpsuit, still carrying himself like he expected the world to challenge him but quieter.
his jaw stayed tight, his hands shoved into the pockets of a clean button up that looked unfamiliar on him, like he’d bought it because someone told him it was what fathers wore to birthday parties.
josh stood a few feet away, he’d always been a quiet child. even as a toddler, he hadn’t been the kind to throw himself into strangers’ arms, he’d peek from behind your legs before deciding whether someone was safe enough to talk to. when he got nervous, his little fingers twisted the hem of his shirt until it wrinkled.
his dinosaur t shirt bunched between tiny fingers, one sneaker rubbed absentmindedly against the other as he looked up at rafe with cautious curiosity. rafe crouched down, getting eye level with him. “…hi.” josh whispered. rafe swallowed. “hey, buddy.” rafe replied, watching josh’s face.
josh titled his head. “mommy said you were coming.” josh said “yeah.” rafe mumbled then another pause settled. “happy birthday.” rafe added, his brows furrowing gently. “thank you.” josh replied. his voice was soft enough that you almost missed it.
rafe reached into the gift bag sitting beside his feet. “got you somethin.” rafe mentioned. josh accepted it with both hands, sitting cross legged right there on the driveway as he carefully peeled back the tissue paper instead of ripping through it.
he’d always opened presents that way, like he was afraid of hurting them. josh was the opposite of rafe, he took after how soft you were. inside was a remote control monster truck and his eyes lit up, not dramatically, that wasn’t josh, but it was just enough that the corners crinkled. “…cool.” josh giggled softly at first before smiling. it was the biggest reaction most people ever got out of him.
you saw rafe notice it too, his shoulders loosened just a fraction. “you like trucks?” rafe asked and josh nodded. “beau lets me help wash his.” josh mentioned, and before rafe could answer, the front door opened.
beau stepped outside carrying two paper plates stacked with slices of birthday cake. he spotted us immediately, but instead of calling for josh or interrupting, he quietly lowered himself onto the porch swing.
he didn’t say a word, didn’t wave, or try to steal the moment. he simply sat there, giving them space. but when josh looked over his shoulder, his entire face changed. the hesitation disappeared.
before you could blink, he was on his feet. the monster truck slipped from his hands onto the grass, his little legs carried him straight past rafe without a second thought. he threw himself into beau’s lap so hard the porch swing creaked.
beau caught him automatically, one arm wrapping around his waist before kissing the top of his head. “easy there, birthday boy.” beau said. “look!” josh squealed, as josh held up the monster truck. “he got me this!”
beau smiled. “that’s a pretty cool truck.” he commented. he looked toward rafe. “you gonna tell him thank you?” beau asked josh, and josh nodded against beau’s shoulder.
then, almost instinctively, he settled back into beau’s lap, leaning all of his weight against the older man’s chest like it was the most natural place in the world. beau never tightened his hold, never looked smug, never smiled like he’d won.
if anything, he seemed uncomfortable with how the moment had unfolded. he rubbed slow circles against josh’s back before glancing toward rafe. “he’s been excited all week,” beau said quietly. “been talking about today every night.” beau continued.
but rafe didn’t answer. his eyes never left the little boy curled comfortably against another man’s chest. you watched something inside him crack, it wasn’t loud or violenrly like he was when he fought beau, it was silently. because no amount of time behind bars had prepared him for this.
the fight hadn’t been the thing he’d lost. this was. the bedtime stories, the scraped knees, the goodnight hugs, the mornings before school. the little voice that called someone else “daddy” without even thinking about it.
and the worst part was beau hadn’t stolen any of it. he’d simply been there, he seemed as if he wanted to share it.
the porch fell quiet again. josh had already forgotten the weight of what had just happened. he was busy showing beau every little feature on the monster truck, his small voice spilling over itself as he pointed at the oversized tires and bright decals. beau listened like every word mattered, nodding along, asking little questions, laughing softly whenever josh got too excited to finish a sentence.
you couldn’t look at rafe, not at first. you already knew what you’d find. when you finally did, he was staring at the porch, not at beau and not even really at josh just at the space between them.
his jaw flexed once, the. twice. he blinked hard before dragging a hand over the back of his neck. “i should go.” he starts, his voice was low, and rough around the edges. you looked at him. “rafe—” he swallowed. “nah.” he cut you off, he shook his head before you could finish. “‘s his birthday.” he said. his eyes drifted back toward josh, who was now giggling as beau pretended the monster truck was too complicated to understand.
for the first time since he’d arrived, rafe smiled, as it barely lasted a second. it hurt to look at, you could tell. “he don’t need…” he swallowed. “he don’t need me standin’ around makin’ things weird.” rafe comments.
your heart sank and your brows furrowed. “you’re not making anything weird.” she reassured and he laughed quietly to himself. “you sure about that?” he asked but you didn’t answer.
because the truth was, everything about today was complicated. rafe glanced down at the small gift bag still hanging from one of his fingers. he hadn’t even realized he was still holding it. “…i’ll come by later.” he whispered, his voice was softer now. “after everybody leaves.” he explained more.
he finally looked at you. he was not angry, or bitter, just tired. “maybe he’ll wanna play with the truck then.” he mumbles, you hated how hopeful that sounded, like he was bargaining with the universe for another five minutes.
“you don’t have to leave.” you murmur. “yeah.” he replied. he nodded once. “i do.” he added, another silence settled between you. the kind built from years of things neither of you knew how to say. rafe shoved his hands into his pockets. “tell him…” he paused, eyes falling back to his son one last time.
“…tell him i said happy birthday again.” he asked, and before you could respond, he turned toward the driveway. his steps were slow, he didn’t slam his truck door. didn’t peel out of the neighborhood like he would’ve years ago.
he just climbed inside, rested both hands on the steering wheel, and sat there for a long moment, watching through the windshield, you saw josh lean his head against beau’s shoulder while the two of them laughed over something neither of you could hear.
it felt as if he was watching another family, a family he had no real connection to.
but the facts were, that was his son, in someone else’s arms. the engine started and rafe drove away quietly, like a man leaving his own family for the second time.
it was close to midnight by the time rafe’s truck rolled into the driveway, the balloons had started to sag, wrapping paper was piled inside a black garbage bag beside the porch steps, paper plates with streaks of blue frosting sat forgotten on the patio table, waiting for tomorrow morning.
the house was finally quiet.
you opened the front door before he could knock twice. his eyes searched behind you immediately. “…he awake?” he asked and you shook your head. “he fell asleep about an hour ago.” you admit and rafe’s shoulders dropped, not dramatically, but just enough for you to notice.
he glanced toward the hallway like maybe he’d somehow catch a glimpse of him anyway. “can i…” he starts. your voice stayed soft. “he’s out.” you reply, and another pause settled. “beau?” he asked. “work.” you replied, simply. he nodded. “night shift?”
“yeah.” you answered with a soft nod back. “right.” he mumbled as silence settled between you, the kind that used to feel comfortable years ago, now it just felt crowded. you stepped aside. “you can come in for a minute.”
rafe hesitated before walking inside. his boots echoed quietly against the hardwood floors, the birthday decorations hadn’t all been cleaned up yet, a paper birthday hat sat upside down on the coffee table, one of josh’s tiny socks had been abandoned beside the couch.
rafe picked it up, and stared at it for a second. “…he always leave his stuff everywhere?” he asked. despite yourself, you smiled a little. “constantly.” you roll your eyes. he looked down at the sock in his hand. “guess he gets that from me.” he mentioned with a soft smile.
you didn’t answer, and he set it back where he’d found it. “did he have a good birthday?” he asked. “…yeah.” you replied. “yeah?” he said. “he was really happy.”
rafe nodded slowly. “good.” he stated, then another set of silence settled. you watched him look around the living room, looking at family pictures, drawings taped to the refrigerator, little pieces of josh everywhere. he looked like someone standing inside a life he’d never gotten to live.
his eyes landed on one framed picture, it was you, josh and beau in it, standing in a pumpkin patch. his jaw tightened. “…he calls him daddy all the time?” he mentioned and you sighed. you already knew where this was going. “rafe—”
“just answer me.” he asked. “…yes.” you replied and he looked away. “he started calling him that on his own.” you mention softly. “on his own.” he echoed and you nodded. “he was little.” you explain more, rafe laughed under his breath, it wasn’t amused, it sounded tired and hurt. “course.”
“rafe.” you started. he rubbed a hand over his face. “you’re my fuckin’ baby mama.” hw started, his voice stayed low, and careful, because there was a sleeping six year old down the hall. “you’re my baby’s mother.” he continued “i know.” you softly say.
“and you got my child…” he stopped, swallowing hard. “my son…” his voice cracked just enough that he cleared his throat. “calling another man daddy.” he added, and you crossed your arms. “he didn’t do it to hurt you.”
“that’s what you want?” he asked, ignoring what you said. his eyes met yours. “that what this is?” he asked. “no.” you answered. “looks like it.” he mentioned. “stop.” you request. “you build a whole damn family with him and i’m just supposed to smile?” he questioned.
“you disappeared.” you softly raised your voice. his head snapped back. “i went to jail last time because i lost my temper.” he said. “you went to jail because you assaulted beau.” you corrected. “because he was raising my kid.” he mentioned. “because he was there.”
the words slipped out before you could soften them. they hung in the room, heavy. rafe stared at you. “don’t.” he barked out. “it’s true.” you defend. “don’t.”
“who sat with him when he had nightmares?” you ask. you weren’t yelling, neither was he. “who taught him how to ride his bike?” you asked again, and his breathing grew heavier. “who packed lunches?” you asked. “stop.” he demanded. “who held him when he cried because he missed someone he barely remembered?”
“i said stop.” his voice cut through your words. “who’s been there every single day?” you continue. “no.” he shook his head immediately. “no.” his voice hardened. “that’s my son.” he said. you held his gaze. “i know.” you reply.
“no.” he shot back, he stepped closer, not threatening, but desperate. “that’s my son.” he said, his hand pressed against his own chest. “i’m his daddy.” the words came out raw, almost pleading. “i’m his daddy.”
“biology made you his father.” you said and his face fell, you took a shaky breath. “being his daddy… that’s something you have to keep earning.”
for a long moment, neither of you spoke. the only sound in the house was the faint hum of the refrigerator. then tiny footsteps became noticeable, both of your heads turned toward the hallway at the exact same time.
josh stood there rubbing one eye with the sleeve of his dinosaur pajamas, his curls flattened on one side from his pillow, he looked impossibly small, still half asleep, clutching the stuffed triceratops he’d carried to bed every night for the last three years.
he blinked once, twice. “…mommy?” he whispered, and your voice immediately softened. “hey, bug.” you murmur. he looked past you, his sleepy eyes landed on rafe. “…you came back.” rafe’s entire expression changed, all of the anger that had been sitting on his face moments ago disappeared so quickly it almost made your chest ache.
“…yeah.” he said, his voice was gentle now. “told your momma i would.” josh shuffled a little closer, dragging the dinosaur by one arm across the floor. “i was sleeping.” he said, his innocent baby voice making your brows furrow naturally. “i know.” he whispers. “sorry.”
rafe smiled. “ain’t gotta apologize for sleepin’, buddy.” rafe mentions, josh yawned so hard his whole body leaned forward. it earned the smallest laugh from rafe. “you tired?” he asked. a tiny nod. “mhm.” josh hummed.
rafe crouched until they were almost eye level. he looked strangely unsure of himself, like he wasn’t certain what fathers were supposed to do.
“…did you like your truck?” he questioned, and josh’s face brightened despite the sleepiness. “it’s really fast.” josh giggled. “yeah?” rafe asked, laughing softly and shortly. “beau put batteries in it.” josh mentioned, his words sounding mushed together. the words hung there for only a second, but this time, rafe didn’t flinch. instead, he nodded.
“bet it goes pretty quick then.” rafe commented. “it jumped over my shoe.” josh said, laughing at the memory of it. “no way.” rafe shot back. josh nodded very seriously. “really.” josh confirmed.
“that’s… kinda awesome.” rafe said. a tiny smile tugged at josh’s mouth, he looked down at the dinosaur in his arms before quietly holding it out. “his name’s rex.” rafe accepted the stuffed dinosaur carefully, like it’d break if he held it wrong.
he made rex look around the room. “…he looks mean.” rafe said. “he’s not.” josh assured. “no?” rafe asked, and josh shook his head. “he gets scared.” josh brought up. rafe looked down at the little dinosaur for a long second. “…yeah.” his voice was almost a whisper.
“i know the feeling.” rafe brought up. he handed rex back, josh hugged it against his chest. another yawn escaped him, and rafe reached out slowly then hesitated. “is it okay if i…”
josh looked at your face first and you gave him a small nod. he stepped forward, without another word, rafe rested a hand on top of josh’s messy curls, just smoothing them back once, carefully, like he was trying to memorize what his son’s hair felt like beneath his palm.
josh leaned into the touch for only a second. “thank you.” josh smiled and another pause settled, then, in the quiet little voice only exhausted children have. “…you can come play trucks next time.”
rafe blinked. “yeah?” he said. “mhm.” josh nodded. “i’ll share.” josh brought up, for a moment, rafe couldn’t speak. his throat worked around words that refused to come. finally, he managed a crooked smile. “…i’d like that.”
josh seemed satisfied with the answer. he turned, took three sleepy steps toward the hallway then stopped. he looked back over his shoulder. “goodnight.” josh said. “goodnight, buddy.”
“night.” you added in, you watched him disappear back down the hallway, his dinosaur dragging softly against the floor behind him. the click of his bedroom door echoed through the house, when you looked back at rafe, he was still staring at the empty hallway, smiling through eyes that had quietly filled with tears.
the house settled into silence again and you waited another few seconds, listening. the soft creak of josh climbing back into bed, the muffled rustle of blankets then nothing. you let out a slow breath.
“he’ll be asleep in two minutes.” you mention, rafe nodded absentmindedly. he was still looking toward the hallway. “…he’s a good kid.” rafe said. “he is.” you reply. “real polite.” he added in, you smiled faintly. “always has been.”
he shoved his hands into his pockets again, rocking back on his heels. “you’ve done good.” rafe brought up. the compliment caught you off guard. “we’ve tried.” you sigh, he nodded.
another long silence, the kind that stretched until one of you had to either leave or finally say the thing hanging between you. rafe spoke first. “i miss you.” you looked up, he wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
“every damn day.” he added. your chest tightened. “rafe…” you start. “i know.” he mutters, then he let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “i know i ain’t got much right to say it.” his thumb rubbed across the scar on his knuckle.
“but i do.” he said, as he finally met your eyes. “i miss you.” his voice was tired but honest. “i miss wakin’ up next to you.” he added with a pause. “i miss hearin’ you yell at me for leavin’ my boots by the front door.” he added, another small laugh.
“i miss your coffee.” he shook his head. “hell, i even miss you gettin’ mad at me.” he added once more, you swallowed hard. “things aren’t that simple anymore.” you mention. “i know.” he mutters. “rafe—”
“i know.” he cut through your sentence. he nodded before you could continue. “you don’t gotta explain it.” he said, his eyes drifted around the house, at the pictures, the toys, the life that had kept moving while he hadn’t.
“i just…” he struggled for the words. “…sometimes i drive by here.” he starts, your heart sank. he noticed your expression immediately. “i don’t stop.” he said it quickly. “i don’t bother y’all.” he continued, and he looked embarrassed admitting it. “i just…”
another pause. “…wonder what y’all are doin.” he added, his jaw tightened. “wonder if josh finally learned to ride that bike.” he started. “wonder if he’s still scared of storms.” he added once more. “wonder if…”
his voice cracked as if he almost cried. “…if he ever asks about me.” he mentioned. you closed your eyes for a second. when you opened them, he looked smaller somehow, not physically just less certain, less angry, and less like the boy who used to believe he could force life to go his way.
“i miss my family.” the words barely reached above a whisper. his voice sounded as if he was about to cry. “even if it ain’t mine anymore.” he mentioned. your eyes filled. you stepped closer without thinking, close enough to smell the familiar scent of his cologne beneath the night air.
“it’ll always be a part of you.” you softly said, he looked at you. “that’s not the same as having you.” he corrected. the sentence hung between you, heavily, because neither of you could honestly say he was wrong.
rafe’s eyes stayed on yours for half a second longer, something raw and desperate flickering across his face. then he moved. he crashed against you without another word, mouth finding yours like he’d been starving for it. the kiss wasn’t soft. it was all tongue and heat, messy and urgent, his hands already gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.
you tasted the want on him, the years of missing, the frustration, the love he never quite knew how to hold gently. you kissed him back just as fiercely, tongues sliding together, breaths shared in short, quiet gasps, no moaning, no speaking, just the wet sound of mouths moving and the faint rustle of clothes.
his fingers tangled into your hair, pulling sharply at the roots until your scalp stung in the best way. you arched into it, letting him tilt your head how he wanted. he deepened the kiss again, tongue stroking yours slow and filthy, like he was trying to claim every inch of you he’d lost.
you wrapped your arms around his neck without thinking. rafe didn’t hesitate, he lifted you clean off the floor, hands sliding under your thighs, and you locked your legs around his waist like muscle memory. he held you there, strong and sure, still kissing you as he started walking you down the hallway.
every step was careful, and quiet. boots barely making a sound on the hardwood. your heart hammered against his chest, but neither of you made a noise louder than breathing. he pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, carried you inside, and turned just enough to lock it behind him with a soft click. the sound felt final in the dark room.
rafe set you on the edge of the bed but didn’t let go. his mouth stayed on yours, tongue still teasing, licking into you while his hands worked fast and silent. he tugged your shirt up and over your head, breaking the kiss only long enough for fabric to pass between you. you pulled at his, fingers clumsy with need, until his chest was bare under your palms.
he pushed you back onto the mattress, crawling over you, one big hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing hard. just enough pressure to make your pulse jump under his fingers, to remind you who you were with. his thumb brushed your jaw as he kissed you again, deeper, tongue fucking into your mouth while he held you there.
you reached up and pulled his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and he groaned so quietly against your lips it was barely more than a breath. he rocked his hips down against you, grinding slow, the friction making your back arch.
clothes kept coming off in pieces. his jeans, your shorts, everything tossed aside without a sound. skin on skin now, hot and urgent. rafe’s hand stayed on your throat as he kissed down your neck, then back up to your mouth, tongue sliding against yours again like he couldn’t get enough.
he was breathing hard through his nose, trying so hard to stay quiet for the little boy sleeping just down the hall. every movement was controlled and desperate.
you wrapped your legs around him again, pulling him closer. his hair was messy from your fingers, lips swollen from kissing, eyes dark when they met yours in the low light.
rafe pressed his forehead to yours, hand still loosely around your throat, thumb stroking your racing pulse. neither of you said a word, you didn’t need to.
rafe didn’t need to either.
his hand stayed wrapped around your throat as he shifted between your thighs, lining himself up. you were soaked for him already, aching. he pushed in slow, one long deep thrust that stretched you open and made your back bow off the bed. the feeling of him filling you again after so long pulled a shaky breath from your lips, but you swallowed the sound.
he buried his face in your neck, mouth open against your skin, breathing hard through his nose as he bottomed out. then he started moving, deep and slow, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. every thrust was deliberate, like he wanted you to feel all of him. like he needed to remind your body who it belonged to.
“keep quiet,” he whispered against your ear, voice rough and low, barely a breath. his hand tightened just a fraction around your throat, thumb pressing gently under your jaw. “gotta stay quiet for me, baby.”
you nodded frantically, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into skin. he kissed you again, tongue sliding deep into your mouth in time with his thrusts, swallowing every tiny whimper you couldn’t hold back. his other hand fisted in your hair, tugging hard enough to sting as he drove into you again, slow and so deep it made your toes curl.
the bed barely creaked. just soft, rhythmic shifts beneath you. skin against skin. his hips rolling. your legs locked tight around his waist, pulling him deeper every time he sank in.
rafe’s mouth found yours again, messy and desperate, tongues tangled while he fucked you like that, deep, possessive strokes that made your eyes water. he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head back so he could kiss down your throat, lips brushing where his hand held you.
“i love you,” he breathed against your mouth, so quiet it was almost just air. another deep thrust, grinding against you when he was buried to the hilt. “fuck… i love you. always loved you.”
your chest ached with it. the words broke something open inside you. “i love you too,” you rambled softly, voice trembling, barely above a whisper as he kept that slow, devastating pace. “rafe— i love you, i love you so much, i never stopped, i— god—”
he groaned quietly into your mouth, tongue stroking yours again as he swallowed the rest of your words. his hand flexed around your throat, not choking, just holding, owning, while he fucked you deeper, hips rolling in that same controlled rhythm. every thrust dragged a fresh wave of heat through you.
“shh, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “keep quiet. just feel me.”
you nodded, eyes glassy, legs shaking around him as he kept going, deep and slow and relentless, pouring years of missing into every silent thrust. his hair was damp under your fingers where you pulled it, his body heavy and perfect over yours. neither of you dared make a sound louder than a shared breath.
rafe shifted above you without pulling out, his hands sliding down the back of your thighs. he pushed your knees up toward your chest, folding you beneath him, opening you wider. the new angle let him sink even deeper on the next thrust, and your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he bottomed out completely, hips flush against you.
he stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, breathing hard through his nose like the feeling was too much. then he started moving again, deep, deliberate strokes that dragged against that perfect spot inside you every single time. each thrust went deeper than the last, slow and grinding, like he was trying to carve himself into you.
rafe was pussy drunk, eyes half lidded and hazy as he stared down at where you were stretched around him. his mouth dropped to your skin, leaving soft, open mouthed bites along your collarbone, the top of your breast, the side of your neck, sucking gently before soothing with his tongue. not enough to mark loud, just enough to claim.
his hand stayed loosely around your throat, thumb stroking your pulse while he fucked you like that, folded and helpless under him.
“tell me how much you love me,” he whispered, voice wrecked and low against your ear, hips rolling deep and steady. another soft bite to your shoulder as he ground into you. you could barely think, let alone speak, but the words spilled out in a hushed, trembling ramble.
“i love you so much, rafe… love you more than anything, never stopped, you’re the only one— fuck, i love you, i love you—” he groaned quietly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrust harder, deeper, knees still pressed to your chest. his hair fell into his face, damp with sweat, and you pulled it roughly, making his eyes flutter.
“you gonna cum on my cock, baby?” he breathed, lips brushing yours, tongue flicking out to taste you again. his voice was hoarse, drunk on the feel of you clenching around him. “tell me. you close?”
you nodded frantically, eyes locked on his, a soft broken gasp escaping as the pressure built impossibly tighter. every deep thrust pushed you closer, the wet sound of him moving in and out of you muffled by how tightly your bodies were pressed together.
rafe kept that relentless rhythm, deep and grinding, one hand still around your throat, the other gripping your thigh hard enough to leave prints. he kissed you again, tongue slow and filthy, swallowing your quiet whimpers.
your orgasm hit hard and sudden. your whole body locked up, thighs shaking against your chest as you came with a soft, gasping cry you tried desperately to silence against his mouth.
warm liquid gushed around his cock, slick and messy, soaking his length and dripping down between you with every slow thrust he kept giving you through it. the sensation was overwhelming, waves of heat pulsing through your core, walls fluttering and squeezing him tight while the wet heat of your release coated him completely.
rafe cursed under his breath, forehead pressed to yours, still moving through every spasm, his hand flexed gently around your throat as he watched you, you recovering from being completely lost in it.
notes. thank you for your kind words! i did not even mean to post borrowed time’s (my rafe book, check it out wink wink) post, i was supposed to schedule it for july 1st …. lmfao fuck me </3
